And from their prifon-house below arise, Him answered then his loving mate and true, Or fhould the brambles, interpofed, our fall may, And rush those other founds, that feem by tongues Of dæmons uttered, from whatever lungs, Sounds are but founds, and till the caufe appear We have at least commodious standing here. Come fiend, come fury, giant, monster, blast From earth or hell, we can but plunge at laft. While thus fhe fpake, I fainter heard the peals, For Reynard, close attended at his heels By panting dog, tired man, and spattered horse, Thro' mere good fortune, took a different course. The flock grew calm again, and I, the road Following, that led me to my own abode, Much wondered that the filly sheep had found Such caufe of terror in an empty found So fweet to huntsman, gentleman, and hound. MORAL. Beware of defperate fteps. The darkest day, BOADICE A. AN ODE. I. WHEN the British warrior queen, II. Sage beneath the spreading oak Full of rage, and full of grief. III. Princefs! if our aged eyes Weep upon thy matchless wrongs, 'Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. IV. Rome shall perish-write that word V. Rome, for empire far renowned, Tramples on a thousand ftates; Soon her pride fhall kifs the groundHark! the Gaul is at her gates! VI. Other Romans fhall arife, Heedlefs of a foldier's name; Sounds, not arms fhall win the prize, Harmony the path to fame. VII. Then the progeny that springs From the forefts of our land, Armed with thunder, clad with wings, Shall a wider world command. VIII. Regions Cæfar never knew Thy pofterity fhall fway; Where his eagles never flew, IX. Such the bard's prophetic words, X. She, with all a monarch's pride, XI. Ruffians, pitilefs as proud, Heaven awards the vengeance due; Empire is on us beftowed, Shame and ruin wait for you. |